Chapter 427: Literati's Backbone?

The East Literature Academy struck first; as for that, Literature College Peak naturally could only choose to prioritize the people. Anyway, it definitely couldn't be the same as the East Literature Academy.

Meanwhile, the other academy Confucian cultivators all joined these two camps.

This is quite normal; in every previous East Literature Poetry Assembly, when the debate session arrived, it was basically a clash between the East Literature Academy and the Dao Yi Sect's Literature College Peak.

As for the other Confucian cultivators, they joined their camps and followed along, waving flags and shouting.

As the words of that Inner Disciple of the East Literature Academy fell, the Literature College Peak side also refused to yield, and Shen Xian rose to speak.

Nonsense.

As the saying goes, water can carry a boat but also capsize it; the people are water, the ruler is the boat. If there were no people in this world, how could there be a state?

It's like asking where you'd come from without parents—could you possibly have popped out of a crack in a stone?

Shen Xian, what are you saying?

Just an analogy.

Ha, what a joke; the ruler is the head of the world—without a ruler, where would the people come from?

Oh, following your logic, is it because you exist that your parents exist?

You you you.............

You're born before you recognize your parents?

You fart.

Look, he's getting anxious.

I............

Originally still interesting, but as soon as Shen Xian opened his mouth, Ye Zhangqing felt that the flavor had turned weird again.

That Inner Disciple of the East Literature Academy was clearly getting anxious, obviously falling into a disadvantage.

Shen Xian just gave a cold smile, is that it?

You can't even control your own emotions, yet you come to debate? You've read all those sage books for nothing.

Afterwards, the disciples from both sides spoke back and forth, and the scene instantly became intensely heated.

But saying all this, are you sure this is a poetry gathering of Dongzhou scholars, not a bandit convention?

Fart, don't try to sweet‑talk; the ruler is definitely paramount.

Ha, if the ruler is paramount, why don't you proclaim yourself king? It'd be great to be a lone commander.

That's a fallacious argument.

When you have nothing to say, you call it a fallacy, right?

During the debate, a disciple whispered to Shen Xian.

Shī xiōng, I think they're just stubborn like a dead duck's beak.

Then just do it directly.

Good.

Afterwards, the Literature College Peak side suddenly made a move; the East Literature Academy's disciples weren't surprised at all, as if it were customary.

Then the two sides engaged in fierce combat, fighting intensely.

What the hell, is this a poetry gathering?

Watching the two sides suddenly start fighting, Ye Zhangqing questioned doubtfully.

It's always like this; since we can't convince the opponent with words, we naturally have to resort to other methods.

Bai Hua Xianzi beside them calmly said.

Scholars, it's normal to have some backbone; if you won't listen to reason, let's beat you up first—once you lose, you'll naturally behave.

Really opened my eyes; moreover, in the melee, Ye Zhangqing saw several familiar figures.

That's not Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie and the others, is it? When did they switch to wearing the Literature College Peak's robes?

Xu Jie..........

A youth who was originally an Inner Disciple of the Qing Yun Sect was kicked to the ground by Xu Jie as he came forward.

He looked up and was instantly stunned; the two knew each other, so he naturally knew Xu Jie was not a disciple of the Literature College Peak.

You're cheating.

What cheating? Can't I defect to the Literature College Peak?

You-you-you.........

What 'you'—you're also a Qing Yun Sect disciple, aren't you? Cut the nonsense, take this move.

With Zhao Zhengping and the others joining, the Literature College Peak side gained a mighty boost; moreover, Ye Zhangqing discovered that the Literature College Peak's disciples, though they seem to spend their time dabbling in literature, actually have extraordinarily rich combat experience—you can tell they've been in plenty of fights.

By contrast, the body cultivators of Dragon Elephant Peak are far too refined and genteel.

The formations all around had already been activated, and the East Literature Academy had no intention of stopping them.

It's obvious that everyone had already grown accustomed to it.

After a fierce battle, the Literature College Peak ultimately won a complete victory; even with the Qing Yun Sect's covert help, Zhao Zhengping and his companions were no pushovers.

The East Literature Academy's disciples were all knocked to the ground; Shen Xian grabbed the collar of an Inner Disciple and demanded coldly.

Say, is the ruler paramount or the people paramount?

Pah, the ruler is paramount—even if you beat me to death today, it's still the ruler paramount.

That Inner Disciple spoke with great backbone, but what followed was undoubtedly a barrage of punches and kicks.

Being pressed to the ground by Shen Xian was just a grinding.

Not long after, that disciple repeatedly begged for mercy.

Stop, stop, stop... the people are paramount, the people are paramount.

Hearing that, Shen Xian finally stopped.

Then you tell me, why are the people paramount?

The people are water, the ruler is the boat, therefore the people are paramount.

Hmm, this youngster is teachable.

Seeing this, Shen Xian then satisfiedly nodded his head, and this disciple had indeed been beaten black and blue.

The other disciples of the East Wen Academy are the same; as long as they don't agree that the people are paramount, they get a sound thrashing.

Even if you nod, you still have to give a reason; if you can't, the beating continues.

In the end, Wen Academy Peak and the East Wen Academy, through friendly exchange, reached a consensus, and the East Wen Academy accepted Wen Academy Peak's view.

Faced with this result, Chen Qingyu's face had already darkened to the bottom of the pot, and he'd lost again.

He's already sent several Inner Disciples to join the East Wen Academy, and yet we still lost?

At that moment, Chen Qingyu turned his gaze to Qi Xiong and spoke in an icy tone.

Qi Xiong, you Dao Yi Sect are playing dirty.

What are you talking about?

They... you dare say they're disciples of Wen Academy Peak?

Furious, he pointed at Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie and the others—Chen Qingyu had seen it clearly just now; they were nothing but a bunch of little bastards.

Not to mention their strength, their hands are utterly ruthless—just a few of them crippled dozens of East Wen Academy disciples.

Without them, our side would surely have won.

Called out by Chen Qingyu, Qi Xiong wasn't flustered—don't your Qing Yun Sect disciples also interfere?

But before Qi Xiong could speak, Mo Yun beside him immediately flipped the table.

He kicked over the low table in front of him, and Mo Yun bellowed.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't? My Senior Brother said it—worst case, we just flip the table."

Upon hearing that, Qi Xiong's face darkened at once—I was saying, damn it, that after Young Ye Changqing suffered injustice, we flip the table; what the hell are you flipping it for now?

Chen Qingyu gritted his teeth in anger, while Mo Yun, oblivious to Qi Xiong's changing expression, coldly stared at Chen Qingyu.

"If you ask me, your Qing Yun Sect is just bored and causing trouble—our Confucian scholars' East Wen Poetry Gathering, what are you guys doing crashing it?"

"Besides, look at those two immortals—full of deathly aura; even if you dug up the founder of our Dao Yi Sect's grave, it wouldn't look any better; they look like they've got only a few days left to live."

Mo Yun unleashed a tirade, and Chen Qingyu's eyes burned with rage.

"Shut up."

Chen Qingyu was truly fuming, but that angry shout didn't come from him—it came from the two elders of the Qing Yun Sect.

This damn little bastard is practically begging to die.

"Do I not know I'm about to die? Do you need to tell me? And damn it, you actually compare us to the founder of your Dao Yi Sect?"

"That's just a guy who's been dead for over ten thousand years."